[Hook: Das Racist] x2Peep the architecture, think about your fatherPeep the father figures, take a lot of picturesIt lasts longerBut what lasts longer than that? The actual

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]Game supernatural wigiThe kid too clean, squeakyWindshield squeegee, see me?Y’all think it’s joke, joke, heheBut it’s inevitableLike, dagger in a bro pee-peeSpoke freely to see how the folks feel meI don’t even know the real meSo what makes you think you know the deal, b, feel me?I’m not really concerned with the concernsOf the people who can’t even discern my concernsI turn my concerns into wordsI could earn a couple curds and whey withTold I got a way with wordsBut it doesn’t take much, I just say shitHalf my ancestors was stuck on a slave shipThe plan was, rob every label with the same clipI know it sounds basic to someBut what’s basic to some, to some others is actualPeep the factual, professional sabbatical takerI’m a Laker, a cake-baker, a money-makerA funny-joker, a dummy-smokerA global village idiot, killin’ itTell me if you feelin’ it

[Hook]Peep the architecture, think about your fatherPeep the father figures, take a lot of picturesIt lasts longerBut what lasts longer than that? The actual

[Verse 2: Heems]Yo, think about your mommaThink about the dramaThink about the llamasThink about the commasThat’s the pause, the silenceThe cause of violenceAnd in Queens, the kids ain’t sippin’ leanThey fiend, forever wean from a bag that’s plasticineAnd pass the green and stack the creamEtcetera, etcetera, etceteraCash rule everything around everyonePlenty guns, anyone could become anyoneHeem is special, get ahead with the rhymeAnd put his pants on two legs at a timeAt the bodega they play la mega CormegaEveryone’s spanish like VegaNew York is a hell of a town

[Hook: Das Racist/Talib Kweli] x2Peep the architecture, think about your fatherPeep the father figures, take a lot of picturesIt lasts longerBut what lasts longer than that? The actual

[Verse 3: Talib Kweli]Yo, abra kadabra magical, respect, unilateralUniversal magnetic, automatically attractin’ youThese rapper dudes, mad are emotional or irrationalUse it motivation, they convergin’ on the capitalInternational travel, unfurl and unravel my flagI put it down year-round, check the calendarThe places I’ve never been I’m tryin’ to get toGod the pilot, I’m the passengerWhip it through the African diasporaFollowin’ navigation like nations to a degreeLike a doctor or when I’m rockin’, the education is keySwallowin’ medications like patients to a degreeLike a doctor give remedies, except the doctor is meUppers and downers help us to cope with the stuff around usTo drown us and get to livin’ from over and under countersI’m overdosin’ on life, rollin’ in the natural blackAnd only deal with actual facts, yeah.

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida canWhat’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want SirocRidahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my handWhat’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sightLook out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

Now there once was a man who lived in my hoodTo some people bad but to me he was goodHe wore pindletens and 501 jeansAnd the black Chuck Taylors with black yellow stringsHe loved makin’ poise and smokin’ up bluntsAnd the weed that he be smokin’ have you flowin’ for monthsYou could smell the dealer comin’ from a mile awayAnd if he see the kids snoopin’ he be down to playBut if a nigga got to trippin’ he be down the spretsThat be AK—K-K-K-K-KBut this one time, this one guyThought he could come to our town and driveAnd go against the ridah but Ridah is the ridahHe hit it with 11 and he knockin’ with the ridaHe usually wore the shot but he gave the boy an assSaid if you’ll come back nigga, that’ll be your assBut the young nigga laughed, he didn’t seem to be scaredBut he definitely took a car and got his ass up outta thereAnd we later found out that the guy’s name was TommyAnd Ridahman used to mess with his son’s mommy

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida canWhat’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want SirocRidahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my handWhat’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sightLook out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

Now Tommy went home and told his homeboy RonnyAnd Ronny told Johnny and Johnny got moneyAnd Lonny was a shooter and his weapon was a TommyHe didn’t care about life, he’ll shoot anybodySo they came back to my neighborhood to driveAnd found Ridahman and he ran ‘em for their livesUsed his rida senses to go behind the mineWhat kind of car they drive? So he what (…)And there they go. See him pass a nigga Black ReekerSo he reached into his pocket and pulled out a Desert EagleRida start bussin’, I think he hit somethin’Tommy falls out the car with his whole bullshitAnd his homie didn’t make it, Ridahman got ‘em allEven Lonny gave the kid a chance to bust the Tommy offRidahman goes over to Tommy and then he laughsAnd he laughs ‘bout the nigga but my gun start blastin’Yea, how’d you know that I was comin’ with my people?And you even knew the car, how’d you knew it was a Reegle?Well, besides me being the RidahmanYour son’s mom told me, now okay, bye my man

Ridahman, Ridahman, does whatever a rida canWhat’s with that in your socks? And you fuckin’ niggas all want SirocRidahman, Ridahman, keep a big getup inside my handWhat’s with that in your socks? Grab this motherfucker in your sightLook out (look out!) bitch here comes the Ridahman

What is a gangsta if he ain’t strapped?And what is a gangsta if he can’t scrap?And what is a gangsta if he can’t mack?Well I can do it all baby, just like thatThe grass is greener on the side I live onDoggie Dogg and way soft, motherfucker you death, bro?But why he on peace, If he was a beast he would’ve took off on the south Midwest and the east?Chill, y’all niggas don’t get and you’ll probly never will. It’s hard to be realBut it’s easy to kill. That’s probly why I keep my game on the top of the hillThey keep my name on the top of the bill while y’all lost out there, poppin’ them pillsYou could’ve been with Snoop Dogg, rockin’ the bill, hop in the veele.For real, I’m outclockin’ the meal

I’m a east side nigga on these west side streetsIn my G boy stance with my hands on my dickWe the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big SnoopEverything I touch I turn to big lootThis the ZU gang and we ride with SnoopAll I know is that I make that shit do what it do

It’s the early Berg, it’s the grandest anthemGood day LA, it’s time to get back at ‘emYea, the west coast renaissanceYou could smell it in the air, feel the ambianceAnd on the road to riches and fancy thingsTo get a little recognition, be the major blingGet the ole 6 range, house on the hill, 40 acres in the … dollar dollar billBig heads in my pocket, hoes in the VIMack though this, scratch like a felineSip on the bottle mack, lick on the matuaBreak it down, twist ‘em up like Chicago rockTo the club, hop off, new JaysFitted to the back like 7 and 5-8’sI’m all fly with a fly dateI’m here to buggy, don’t make me add to the crime rate

I’m a east side nigga on these west side streetsIn my G boy stance with my hands on my dickWe the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big SnoopEverything I touch I turn to big lootThis the ZU gang and we ride with SnoopAll I know is that I make that shit do what it do

Hoes on my nuts like screws and boltsFuck bein’ a playa, I’m tryin’ to coachI will pick advantage if you’ll let meHave you driblin’ balls like Lisa Leslie, test meI’m gon release the heat againYou floatin’ in the ocean like Lacy PetersonRun, cuz you don’t want confrontationMasturbate Georgia, masturbatin’ bitchEy mack we blim bigCan’t be mad at young Einstein, acceleratin’ the gameNigga I’mma get mineLee, I’mma get mine tooSlide through with the candy paintLight tint, like ZU. You don’t know the outcomeGot the whole game locked up like AkonWe purple urkle, filet mignonWe’re hitin’ everything that we aimin’ on

I’m a east side nigga on these west side streetsIn my G boy stance with my hands on my dickWe the best thing goin’, got the champagne pourin’And we put it down, come and do the damn thing goin’I’m a selfmade millionaire, the boss Big SnoopEverything I touch I turn to big lootThis the ZU gang and we ride with SnoopAll I know is that I make that shit do what it do

Ladies and gentlemenI go by the name of Jae MillzJustin Case, Marlyn New York CityThat’s itIt’s really here

I’m a father who’s child in this world livin’Just chillin’, spittin’This verse from my iPhone just ringin’My lyrics get mo’ po’ in the oda I’m gettingYoung niggas like, what can I give ‘em? Like wisdomOh, not to mention some dope ass music you can play when you’re getting dressedMan, it’s like I make theme music for getting freshSmoke medicated every day, fuck a cigaretteYou would think I was Mike’s son, I got all the JordsSneaker boxes galore, my closet have a storage wazSomebody feel they in need, they could come recordI look the new world’s mirror and asked who was the doppest you ever saw in the city

I’m a father who’s child in this world livin’Still chillin’, still tryna remain sucker free and get this chickenMy new Sedan hard like MOP hallsAnd it’s still MOP, yea, money over pigeonsAin’t no all on my marble floors, baby I ain’t slippin’I enticin’ in yo game showin’ GivensBut my birthday in this year, in Houston I was double cupThrobe on, that’s disrespectful to pimpin’ if I wasn’t sippin’That’s just G shit, fuck a rap songAsk Bun if you think I’m just puttin’ words in rap formMy sline ain’t gave me a chance in the platformNow my town hype cuz a fool is what I act forYea, Yankee feel it, low cutsSpend mo’ money on my belt than the jeans they holdin’ upLike my ex down in the dust, I don’t care how she holdin’ upHumor from a beamered up bus so who’s the real asshole?

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Play your body lean, party of the yearSend it on the chair, hands in the airEverybody tipsy, bottles movin’ slowNiggas rollin’ up, girls on the flowPatio poppin’, bedrooms fullServin’ up the shots, need some RedbullGirl is that your girlfriend? I don’t need your home girlI mean like do ya ever get it on girl?

Let’s do it tonight, let’s make this a momentLet’s go in the back, jump in the JacuzziLet’s do it tonight, let’s make this a movieLet’s go in the back, jump in the Jacuzzi

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Welcome to my crib, my casa, su casaGo on what you feel, do it like a rastaListenin’ to Marley, damn it this is oldschoolNigga beat it, hold up, we don’t know youRich niggas bought it, big money got itHouse big as dorms, feels like collegeLooks like it’s your birthday, I got you a giftOpen her brazier, hands on my dickShe said:

Let’s do it tonight, let’s make this a momentLet’s go in the back, girl you know I’m on itLet’s do it tonight, let’s make this a momentLet’s go in the back, girl you know I’m on it

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the spizzy, everybody slizzyChandelier blizzy and the whole room dizzyCouple black girls, couple mommies, couple waitersNiggas talk big? Keep sendin’ up to BiggieChicks see the mansion they askin’ who is heThis nigga here probly worth a couple millionNow it’s four floors, you could see the whole cityWhen this Bieber check, come brother have a fifth flizzyIsn’t this ridiculous, chillin’ in her vikiesWe came in my lizzi, she came out stickyStrength I’m Achiles, I hang with some killies but hang as a Billy

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Party at the crib, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friendsHey lil babe, party at the cribI’m gonna chill, bring your friends

Chorus:Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistleWhistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you get what I hit youWith this …I’m gonna make you, run out with youWith you now I can’t forget you, get you now

Hey, hi, hello, hello, what’s up…..I’m the one, I’m from New YorkWill you be a … who told you could.. not so goodWho was it..right next to me so I could…Your way…you want to stay

..but that’s why I wanna be your lady..and you know what I want, if I can, if I canI’m gonna help you now…Whistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you.. when I hit youWith the smile I’m gonna make you out with youWith you now, I can’t forget you, forget you know

Oh, took a trip, took a book to three friendsThis bitch said it’s open seasonThis Miss been alone than she beenLooking for some gentlemenI’m hoping he beenFeeling what I’m feeling and I hope that he can..chilling for the whole team weekendJust.. put your hands on the figure, now you’re…

Chorus:Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistleWhistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you get what I hit youWith this …I’m gonna make you, run out with youWith you now I can’t forget you, get you now

I swear…If you even … be a nightmareI’mma make you… and keep you right there oh, oh

.. but that’s whyI wanna be your lady…And you know what I wantIf I could, if I could

Chorus:Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistleWhistle out, I’m gonna switch you if you get what I hit youWith this …I’m gonna make you, run out with youWith you now I can’t forget you, get you now

..came with the bill came with the dealThis about to be another gym on the reelsyou can dance if you’re with it but your games is on stillsBut you can’t slip ..I could great her with the…When the strip little beams with the.. for the game and the…Damn little ..you’re the champ, you’re the shit, you’re the glam…Listen up Nickie, you’re a fiend, you’re a trick…And hurt your bitch..And your click… can you stick to the bricks?And if it splits can you…Put your hand on your dick…

Chorus:High up in my mind, up in my eyesWe’ll realize thisso don’t you just show me one timeRight… the look in your eyesI like it,so don’t you just show me one timeUh, uh, uh

I’m everywhere you can’t goI’m everywhere you wish you could..and then be involved…that pussy goodI lift it up, and I tipped it slowThat that chocolate body that …That flirty… blow the mercyDo it to me, don’t hurt me, hurt meRoll it, poll it…Pick it up it’s so..He packed it up and I’m throwing backAnd I’m counting racks for he…Cause he acting up and he… the slackIf I pop the trunk, then he get me…If pump the trunk then he getting clapI pump you rumpling and I split your back

Chorus:High up in my mind, up in my eyesWe’ll realize thisso don’t you just show me one timeRight… the look in your eyesI like it,so don’t you just show me one timeUh, uh, uh

Can I get that?Can I get that whipCan I take that tripCan I get that gripCan I split that chip on my bitch…will you keep that shit when you hit the script…..get them close… make them…You make that…Quit the chit chat…

Chorus:High up in my mind, up in my eyesWe’ll realize thisso don’t you just show me one timeRight… the look in your eyesI like it,so don’t you just show me one timeUh, uh, uh

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I used to think I was fierce’cause I was in all the housesI won trophiesI used too much trade for all us toolet’s see I’m fiercer now’cause I got a job, I got an educationand I got somebody waiting at home for me god damn itnow one queen ask me the other daywas it, she told me:you think you’re fierce?I said: of courseshe said all queens save their fierceit said miss all queens at me

Don’t never see I’m a queen for the eyesthe reason why I’m in luxury designso she throw ahead the time come queen press us to the prizewitness is a better switch lieI’m from the belly at nightgorgeous for the smile the girl with the mind..in the pearl on the shinefuck em so our house in the sky

The house, the house, work me the house

You pay ten dollar get to the boardwork me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars to get to the boardyou work me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollar get to the boardwork me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars to get to the boardyou work me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars to muchthe house, the house, the house, the housework me god damn it

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A hundred fucking bottles, I wanna fuck a modelI got her on Patron, she open like a novelI told her make it wavle while I grab her from behindThis shit made her wind so I ordered some MuscatoA couple hookers and a bucket of that RoseWe’re up in your bitch, niggers grilling like your poleTwenty bottles waters, cranberry as a…Throw that money in the air, watch it flow like it snows flakeI smell like Cush and…I’m on that gin and juice and I’m feeling like the..I’ll be lying if I’m saying that I wasn’t drunkIt feels like I smoke the hundred blunt

Oh my god waiter,We packed up in this bitch,And I’m feeling the hater vapors, yeah it’s hot up in this bitch!But boy you will never phase me,And I know why you hate meCause my fucking cleaning ladyLook hotter than your bitch,And you know I’m about to spendA hundred racks up in this bar, bar.You don’t wanna drink you wanna be noisy Mrs.Aard-VarkAnd I know that you not to rejection,But if you don’t get naked get the fuck up out my section!

You know I do it the biggestGot these bitch niggas hating meGot these bad bitches ..Holding down my city, but I picked up the commissionBoy, I ride my city so I need my permissionIs the champagne pissing? Drink it till I might drownSeen her in a wedding dress, I’ve seen her in her night gownWill she take me our to eat, while you’ll be trying to eat her outGot a hundred fucking bottles bowing with my inner outDamn right, I got a hundred fucking bottles

I’m on the fast track, I’m on the cast trackI get hand sex, I get ass smackedTo the ushy cakes, trips to the mallOn titty jakes, and when they see me waysAll up them checks yes, I see 8 efsThat wet nigga whip it without no stepsYou half court nigga, ain’t no pressOn your album,So man fuck your mixingAll a nigga make is rich tapesPut it in the back, niggas better honor my flacNiggas better honor my swagReally came here with the macIf you wanna act, I don’t wanna do you like thatHit your man girl from the backKinda like a fender benderI knew a couple on my landisAnd every now and then I bend herCorner on her, I don’t fuck coronersAnd a blunt that dope, my uncle RoderAnd my hundred sponsors, even money cokingI’m running rap, a nigga got 8 9 hunned stacksWithout running packs, that fast trackThem French fries can’t fuck aroundWith you simple guys is be hatingIs ceo, Shawty kay been gone for like 100 daysAnd you still ain’t seen it’s po but we cashingAnd I’m ashing in that Bentley drop

Baby now you do, waiting for that fendi droJust in case you ain’t know, we be flexing that goldAnd the clothes, in the malls babyBaby now you do, you was acting brand newLike you didn’t have a clueJust who we the dudes babyBaby now you do,And the clothes, in the malls babyBaby now you do, you was acting brand newLike you didn’t have a clueJust who we the dudes baby

Nigga you know the purp, you know the syrupSo put that in that soda firstAnd if your bitch look good, I’ma chop that woodI’ma lace my shoes and go to work!I’m working, working, but this shit is not a jobI applaud when she give me headWith a lot of slob a lot of suckers did tried meAnd I don’t know what you thought it wasBut the phone fuck with your pasiDon’t ask me bout my car keys and what I’m drivingWho I’m drilling, go and watch man I’m cold chillingSmoke smoke and we drink drink,And we don’t care about what they didCause you don’t even wanna wear it till you seen me with itMy old piece you wanna marry cause you heard I hit itI’m showing love to the city man you know I’m with itDown like 100 fitting, …

Just in case you ain’t know, we be flexing that goldAnd the clothes, in the malls babyBaby now you do, you was acting brand newLike you didn’t have a clueJust who we the dudes babyBaby now you do,And the clothes, in the malls babyBaby now you do, you was acting brand newLike you didn’t have a clueJust who we the dudes baby.